Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

The air filled with the smell of rainy mist, small rain drops falling randomly after the storm. In the distance was a raging dust cloud, behind it an army of 100,000. Awaiting their arrival was my empire of 300,000 knights, they are known as The Draekon Guard; My wife hand queen had thought having such a large guard force defeated it's purpose, but not once have I had to use my full force which like always awaits behind the Draekon Guard in a number of 500,000.
The dust cloud began to draw more near, as it came to a halt, the small rain going through the dust, as it clears, there stands the Valkrian army of 100 thousand, their commander and Heir to Valkrian Throne Prince Val'krus came from the middle of his force, looking down I stare over at him,  my horse then begins to move forward as I ride in front of my army.
Coming to a stop I draw my Draekonian Scale greatsword, the hilt longer then normal greatswords, symbolizing a dragon's tail it is one of a kind, passed down king to king, for generations, it's blade Draekonian steel with a dragon tooth shaped above the hilt as it followed up half of the blade having one side with a longer part of the blade revealed then the other. On it's scale covered hilt lays leather wrapped on the middle of it.
I look to the Valkrian Prince as my sword stays raised, till suddenly sending my blade downward, commanding half of my force to charge, sending them running in formation of two groups, having them broken evenly into two squads, charging at the enemy then breaking formation to surround their forces. The two forces clash, Valkrian forces overwhelmed as they are further surrounded, before it got further the Valkrians blew the horn for retreat as the began to run, I sent forth my archers to the front flank, signalling them to fire at will.
The arrows rain down on the Valkrians, in the distance of the slaughter their Prince could be seen limping with an arrow through the back of his left thigh, I smirk seeing him run like a wounded animal, I ride forward grabbing an archers bow, pulling back the string, I place the arrow, aim adjusted with the win and distance, finalling locking on my prey I released the arrow sending it swirling through the air, till suddenly the Prince falls, the arrow had hit his right thigh downward as it was partly through his right knee, his cry heard from my camp.
I bring three men as I ride up to the wounded Prince, I say to him "You seem troubled Prince of Arrows, did your Valkrian armor not protect your frail body?" a smirk went over my face as I seen his eyes fill with anger, attempting to fight the pain to speak he then says "G-go to h-hell Draekonian bastard, kill me and get it over with." He falls backwards, unable to stand with arrows in his legs, I then send the three men to detain him as I say " Don't die on me yet Valkrian Prince, I still have use for you yet."